102. Little boy, small but great (two in one, 4D chapter)
It was a rainy morning at the end of May.
In the atmosphere of confrontation, the abbot of Zenkokuji Temple stood up and slowly bowed to the high platform. Then, he turned his eyes and his soft eyes fell on Fujiwara Izaya. He also bowed slowly and made a solemn bow.
Thank you.
"Things should start from a year ago."
Under everyone's doubtful gaze, he spoke about what happened between him and Fujiwara Izaya.
"One day in June last year, the old monk's son Qingsi suddenly asked the old monk for a cemetery, saying that he wanted to bury the remains of a victim who was killed by a grudge and had no family to claim it."
In the huge hall, only the abbot's generous and gentle voice echoed.
"At that time, the old monk thought that it was because Qingsi had improved his Buddhist practice and had a new enlightenment that he would do such a thing. For this reason, the old monk felt relieved for a while. But..."
When he said this, a helpless smile flashed across the face of the abbot of Shanguo Temple.
"Last September, Qingsi found the old monk again and asked for another cemetery. He still wanted to bury the remains of the victims who were killed by the resentful spirits but had no family members to claim them. The old monk felt that something was wrong at the time, but he didn't ask much, so he gave him
But in November, he came to the old monk and asked for a third cemetery. The doubts in the old monk's heart grew bigger and bigger. After all, that was his son. Once in a while, he could be regarded as having an epiphany of Buddhism.
But the second time was only three months apart, and the third time was only two months apart. Qingji is not that kind of material, and it is impossible for him to have three epiphanies in just five months."
There was a burst of laughter in the hall.
It's not a malicious laugh, but the kind of sympathetic laughter you make when you hear someone scolding your son.
"Under the old monk's questioning, Qingji told the truth. The three cemeteries were all requested by his classmates, and it was also his classmates' idea to bury homeless remains." The abbot of Zenkoku Temple looked at Fujiwara Izaya,
He looked helpless but said gently, "In May of this year, Master Fujiwara asked Qingsi for a fourth cemetery."
As soon as these words came out, Fujishima Miyaji's expression suddenly changed.
Everyone's attention also shifted from the host to Fujiwara Izaya.
"What makes the old monk happy is that for the fourth cemetery, Master Fujiwara did not take it for free and gave Seiji 4 million yen."
Everyone nodded secretly.
4 million yen.
It is a reasonable price to buy a cemetery plot at Zenkokuji Temple in the center of Tokyo.
At this time, the abbot of Shanguo Temple said: "The payment for four cemeteries has been settled at once."
"Pfft~"
I don’t know who couldn’t hold it back and burst out laughing.
This laughter was like a virus and spread quickly. Suddenly, more than half of the people in the entire hall were laughing.
Fujiwara Izaya, who has always been very thick-skinned, couldn't help but scratch his cheek.
"When the fourth victim was buried, the old monk watched at the scene." The abbot of Zengokuji Temple's voice was still gentle, and his eyes when looking at Fujiwara Izaya were still gentle, "That was a woman whose body was buried.
The only thing she had was the belongings in front of her. For this reason, Qingji also gave a free ritual. Master Kasahara was also present, and she can testify to the old monk's words."
"Uh-huh!"
Kasahara Asuka excitedly raised a small fist in the air.
In May, there was no trace of the female victim... On the high platform, the old monk Hongwen thought of something and asked aloud: "Is it Miss Momose's relics that was buried?"
"The name engraved on the tombstone is indeed Momose Zaomo." The abbot of Zengokuji Temple replied affirmatively.
Old monk Hongwen wanted to say something, but the abbot of Shanguo Temple continued.
"I bought a cemetery for someone who didn't matter. I paid a lot of management fees every year. I gained no reputation. I didn't want to let others know. Master Fujiwara was just doing it silently." The abbot of Zengokuji Temple walked out of the seat and went straight to
Fujiwara Izaya stood in front of him and asked seriously: "Master Fujiwara, can you tell the old monk what you are planning?"
Five or six thousand pairs of eyes followed him and looked at Fujiwara Izaya.
Fujiwara Izaya's mood was very complicated at this time.
What the old monk said when he came out was beyond his expectation. He had never thought that buying a cemetery could bring him a good reputation.
The reason why he did this was because his father was an extremely gentle person.
The so-called gentleness does not mean being tolerant in everything.
But be kind and patient towards all things that exist reasonably in the world.
It is precisely because of his gentleness that his father can become a mountain god and be loved and loved by all living beings in the world. It is also precisely because of more than ten years of influence that Fujiwara Izaya's thoughts and actions are influenced by his father's, so he can take over the inheritance of the mountain god and become a mountain god.
The god who represents the land and nature.
This is good.
Recalling the time when I was educated in Shenyin Town.
Looking at the people waiting with bated breath in the hall, Fujiwara Izaya was silent for a moment and said: "My father has been teaching me since I was a child."
His voice was dry and clumsy, not because he was afraid, but because it was his first time discussing family matters in front of so many people and he was not very used to it.
"There must be a hero in this world. He asked me, why can't the hero be me?"
He paused for a moment, thought about it, and then said: "Father said that I was born with innate conditions that are difficult for others to achieve. Of course there are many things that others can do, but if I do them, I will do them better and make them better."
The loss was minimized. Therefore, my father wanted me to be a hero from the day I was born."
Five to six thousand people, the sparrows are silent.
Fujiwara Izaya's tongue was a little knotted and he spoke intermittently.
"When I was still young, I refuted my father's ideas because being a hero is very tiring."
"My father said that being a hero is of course very tiring. Take the stars in the sky as an example. Looking from the earth thousands of light years away, countless stars form a beautiful and glorious picture."
"People who look up at the starry sky from the ground may say, 'How beautiful, if only I could shine like that star.' But people who watch the stars may not think that maybe that star is suffering from pain.
. You must know that it is burning with hundreds of millions of degrees of heat. Moreover, it must continue to shine like this until all the heat is burned out, until it itself dies in the vast universe. This is not just a joke, it is really hard work.
ah."
"But what can the stars do?"
"If they don't continue to shine and heat, the earth will fall into darkness and life will become extinct."
"So, my father told me that those who are capable should naturally take on the important task of shining and providing warmth and light to all things in the world."
Having said this, Fujiwara Izaya stopped and sorted out his words.
Everyone pondered the meaning of these words, and vaguely, many people noticed that these words seemed to be out of the human perspective. In comparison, they were more like describing from the perspective of a god why they should shoulder the responsibility of maintaining.
The responsibility of living things to reproduce.
This pattern was lifted up instantly.
"In the more than a year since I came to Tokyo, I have completed more than a hundred ghost extermination commissions." Fujiwara Izaya continued. After his thoughts were straightened out, his voice became calmer. "Among them, a single commission has the most victims.
Yes, it was a case encountered at a construction site this month. More than two hundred victims were brutally murdered in a cruel way, and then kept in captivity at the construction site, using their dead souls to cultivate resentful spirits."
There was a sound of breathing in the hall.
An atmosphere of astonishment permeated the entire hall, and listening to it gave people the illusion that they were in a completely unrealistic environment.
"More than 200 victims..." Fujiwara Izaya sighed, his voice was not high, but he could hear it clearly, "In my opinion, this disaster case does not mean that more than 200 people died.
This incident, but the death of a person, happened more than 200 times."
"Amitabha."
Old monk Hongwen sighed lightly.
He stood up from his seat and recited the rebirth mantra with a solemn expression.
Under his leadership, all the monks and nuns in the hall stood up from their seats and recited the Rebirth Mantra together.
Although the priests and witches did not have corresponding incantations to commemorate the deceased, they all stood up one after another and bowed their heads in silence. In the atmosphere of mourning, Fujiwara Izaya walked to the high platform and stepped up slowly. He did not sit down, but stood on the high platform, facing the entire
Main hall.
After the mourning was over, everyone raised their heads to look at him.
"When you put on this outfit, you will naturally take on the responsibility it represents." Fujiwara Izaya vigorously patted his left chest with a serious expression and a determined look, "I am buying a cemetery for someone who has nothing to do with me, not me.
What are you trying to do? It’s just that I, wearing this outfit, failed to fulfill my responsibility to protect them while they were alive, causing them to die in vain. Each of those four cemeteries is for me to make up for my fault and do my best for them.
The last responsibility!”
The resounding words made the whole room fall into silence.
At this moment, the young man in everyone's eyes was small yet great.
"good!"
Chairman Kasahara flicked his sleeves, put his hands on his thighs, and bowed solemnly.
"good!"
The other three chairman of the board also paid a grand tribute.
"Master Fujiwara is so kind!"
Five to six thousand people bent down at the same time to pay the highest respect to the young man on the high platform.
Countless pure white light spots containing huge energy poured out from the bodies of the people with divine power and continuously converged into Fujiwara Izaya's body.
A moment.
Fujiwara Izaya clenched his fists.
There was a "bang" sound.
The hunting clothes are bulging and the white clothes are fluttering.
The amount injected at one time was too large.
Fujiwara Izaya couldn't bear it for a while.
He opened all parts of his body to absorb it desperately, but in the end a part was missed. But even so, his strength instantly rose to a small level, jumping from a mid-level demon general to a high-level demon general.
It's still the kind of experience bar that is directly stretched to the top, which is the last small step away from the king level.
Even the internal injuries on his body were more than half healed.
The sudden turbulent air flow also attracted the attention of the four chairman of the board, but they looked left and right, but they were unable to detect where the commotion just now came from.
At this time, Fujiwara Izaya had returned to the center of the aisle.
Although he tried his best to control his facial expression, a happy smile could not help but appear from the corner of his mouth.
What an unexpected surprise!
After the scene just now, the reputation of the name Fujiwara Izaya has skyrocketed throughout the Onnyang Residence, and its reputation has also been rising along with it. As his reputation improves, so will the reputation of the Asakusa Shrine he represents.
When the shrine grows in size and applies to restore the chairman's seat, the resistance it will encounter will naturally be less.
After all, willingness is real, and people with dishonest hearts cannot contribute.
Except for a small number of people who did not have any desire, most of the people present were impressed by what he just said.
"Master Fujiwara, please give more guidance to Seiji in the future." the abbot of Zenkokuji Temple requested.
Just when Fujiwara Izaya wanted to ask the young monk why he didn't come today, he smiled and said: "The old monk was afraid that he would be impulsive, so he locked him at home."
"Understand, understand."
Fujiwara Izaya smiled politely.
The next second, the host leaned into his ear and whispered: "Next time there are victims without family members, Master Fujiwara should ask Sensoji Temple for the cemetery. Their family has a great business and can withstand losses, and your relationship with Chairman Hirofumi is different.
not bad……"
"Ha ha……"
Fujiwara Izaya smiled awkwardly and politely.
After the abbot of Zenkoji Temple left, Kasahara Asuka stretched out her hand and tugged on his sleeves, raised her delicate little face, and giggled twice.
"Asuka has known this for a long time..." she said with joy, "senpai is a good person!"
Fujiwara Izaya looked at her lively and lovely smiling face, reached out and rubbed her head: "I will be responsible for teaching you in the future, so that you can become a person like me."
"Clam?"
The little miko who looked happy just now suddenly turned pale.
Probably anticipating the terrible way her senior would train her, she hurriedly cast a look at her mother on the high platform for help. However, she never thought that her mother would give her daughter to Fujiwara Izaya with a slight smile.
Sold.
After what happened just now, the atmosphere in the entire hall seemed to have become much more relaxed.
Everyone began to look at Fujiwara Izaya with smiles and goodwill.
Although a small group of people are still unwilling to do so, they do not dare to continue to sing the opposite tune in the current harmonious atmosphere.
Except for Miyaji Fujishima.
Relying on his background at the Inari Shrine, he still bit the bullet and came out to stir up trouble on behalf of the Kansai faction.
"The words sound nice, but the matter hasn't been investigated clearly yet. Who knows if he is acting."
His strange words made the Kanto directors present greatly dissatisfied, and countless hostile glances fell on him.
Fujishima Miyaji felt very bitter.
But he is the representative of the Kanto branch of the Kansai interest group. At this time, he absolutely cannot retreat.
"I believe Master Fujiwara is not a monster." Chairman Kasahara turned his gaze to Fujishima Miyaji, and his voice changed from the calm and majestic tone at the beginning to as cold as snow, "If Fujishima Miyaji still has any objections, please come up with it."
Here comes the evidence.”
Fujishima Miyaji was very angry.
Faced with Chairman Kasahara's questioning, he was also frightened and said in a difficult voice: "As for Lesson 9, there are two witnesses, so..."
As soon as he was halfway through his words, Mrs. Kasahara interrupted him impatiently and said outside the palace door: "Please ask Chief Inspector Kasahara to come in with witnesses and confront everyone in front of everyone."
Suddenly, Fujishima Miyaji's heart felt cold.
At this moment, he vaguely realized that today's conference seemed to be a stalemate. On the surface, he was attacking Fujiwara Izaya, but secretly, it was the chairman and Fujiwara Izaya who joined forces to attack Kansai.
.
With a bang, the palace door reopened.
The wind carrying moisture blew in, and the light and air in the temple changed.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri, tall and dashing in a Section 9 police uniform, walked in with a brown business envelope on her chest.
The hem of the skirt made of shiny fabric flows beautifully, the posture is good, the way of walking is beautiful, and the hairstyle is tasteful.
Fujiwara Izaya couldn't help but want to sing "Canadian Sunset" by whistling.
At 9:30 in the morning on Sunday, Fuka-Eri's almost fiery orange long hair has a soft and illusory charm. It is like a sunset that is so beautiful that it can be called a miracle. It is like pouring a glass of special juice from the world.
Generally bright colors, everything you see is dyed sunset red.
"Hello, Chairman." Kasahara Fuka-Eri's cold voice sounded, and her eyes glanced at Fujiwara Izaya inadvertently.
"We need to understand a few issues." Mrs. Kasahara raised the corners of her mouth slightly, "It's not that complicated, it's just a formal procedure."
"clear."
Kasahara Fuka-Eri nodded slightly.
She stopped talking and stepped aside.
At this time, two people walked in the door. They were the Suzuki Police Department and Priest Ito whom they had not seen for a long time.
Mrs. Kasahara leaned her back on the chair, tilted her slender chin to the left, and a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.
Next to her, Mrs. Hoshimi also smiled, with small lines wrinkled at both ends of her eyes, showing a subtle intellectual charm.
Under the watchful eyes of five to six thousand people, the Suzuki Police Department and Priest Ito each told what happened at the Kitahara family construction site that night, from the moment they entered the door to the second before leaving, and even ate during the break.
Fried chicken and udon noodles, drinking lemon sherbet are clearly stated.
While he was talking, the crow was standing in the gap outside the window, its dark wings clucking against the window, as if it was somewhat concerned about the interior of the hall. Its big black eyes moved quickly, collecting information through the window.
Crows are smart animals and very curious.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri looked at the crow, and it was hard not to think that it was not Fujiwara Izaya's subordinate.
The hour hand pointed to 10 o'clock in the morning. The Suzuki Police Department and Priest Ito's report was completed. The two stood in the center of the hall with formal expressions, waiting for the directors' inquiries.
A warm atmosphere began to spread in the hall.
"One person faces a hundred ghosts..."
"Let your companions go first, and sacrifice your own life..."
"It's worthy of the clothes you're wearing..."
There was relaxation, joking, and joy. All kinds of voices came together. With the support of the previous conversation, the things the two described at the construction site not only did not make anyone doubt the identity of Fujiwara Izaya
, on the contrary, it proved what he said and made his glorious and majestic image more three-dimensional.
Listening to those discussions, and recalling Fujiwara Izaya's behavior after entering the door, Fujishima Miyaji was speechless. He and several familiar directors exchanged disbelieving glances, which made people shiver.
The feeling filled his heart at some point.
"Poor me, I just realized now that I've been tricked..."
The voice paused for a moment, then Fujishima Miyaji rubbed his forehead and sighed.
"It's a pity that we can no longer retreat at this time..."
Now, he can only kill the fact that Fujiwara Izaya is a monster, otherwise, the reputation of Inari Shrine will plummet in the Kanto region.
Whether he can turn over or not depends solely on the subsequent confrontation.
After exiting the director's chair, Fujishima Miyaji stood in the aisle in the center of the hall.
After standing for a few seconds, he didn't know how ugly his face was now. He could only cheer up and follow the procedure. "Excuse me, are the last words true?" He asked the Suzuki Police Department and Priest Ito, "
After you left the construction site, a wave of demon power erupted from the construction site from a general-level monster. Is this true?"
"It's true." Police Suzuki said seriously.
"I swear by Amaterasu," Priest Ito said, holding the shrine emblem on his chest, "Every word is true."
The two of them didn't know what Fujiwara Izaya planned to do.
But since Fujiwara Izaya asked them to truthfully describe what happened that night, they had no choice but to do as they were told.
"Master Fujiwara," Fujishima Miyaji turned around and looked at Fujiwara Izaya, "Do you have an explanation for this?"
Fujiwara Izaya shook his head lightly: "It's hard to explain."
Suddenly, the originally quiet hall became noisy again. Amidst all kinds of chatter, the head of the Tsuchimikado family on the high platform patted the armrest of the chair, and then the whole place became quiet again.
The man on the high platform always has a body as upright as a mountain, and his eyes reveal the restraint and ferocity of the first family.
"And what happened in Yoshiwara yesterday?" At this time, Fujishima Miyaji's fighting spirit increased somewhat, and the tone of his voice returned to a high tone, "I heard that you caused a big fuss at a Yakuza organization's funeral.
And you used your neck to catch the Yingxiu knife?"
"It is indeed true," Kasahara Fuka-Eri said in a neutral tone without emotion. "I was at the scene yesterday and issued a wanted order for the absconding Chief Fujiwara."
"Master Fujiwara!"
Fujishima Miyaji suddenly stood in front of Fujiwara Izaya and stared at him with piercing eyes.
"Do you have an explanation?" he asked loudly.
"It's hard to explain." Fujiwara Izaya still answered directly.
Fujishima Miyaji continued to question: "Are you unable to pass even the lower-level assessment?"
"Yes."
"You said you practice physical arts?"
"Yes."
"The upper limit of physical skills is the upper limit of strength!"
"Yes."
"Have you surpassed your superior strength?"
"Yes."
"You are a monster!"
"No."
After a quick set of questions and answers, Miyaji Fujishima turned around, faced the four people on the high platform, and shouted loudly: "Chairmen, please don't be fooled by the performance and make the correct judgment!"
There is no sense of awe in such words.
In the entire Kanto branch, only with his back to the Inari Shrine, he had the courage to face the persecution of the chairman.
Then, Mrs. Kasahara smiled, the corners of her mouth curved beautifully like the new moon in winter, and it was impossible to read the meaning of the smile.
She didn't look angry because she smiled beautifully.
But there was something profound in that smile that made people shudder.
"Master Fujiwara, why don't you explain?" Mrs. Kasahara narrowed her eyes and looked at Fujiwara Izaya meaningfully.
From her majestic and cold eyes, Fujiwara Izaya read the signal of "humiliate this old thing to me", so he showed a troubled expression and sighed softly: "The reason for my strength involves my life-saving."
I don’t want to reveal my capital in public unless I have to.”
Mrs. Hing saw the tip of her small nose and wrinkled it beautifully: "Huh?"
Simple syllables, but very touching. As expected of you, senior’s mother... Fujiwara Izaya secretly admired in his heart, and at the same time said to the four chairman of the board with an embarrassed look: "Those things are a bit mysterious to explain.
The only way to prove it is through actual combat, but in such a solemn place as the Assembly Hall, how can I be allowed to fool around like this..."
Many people looked at him with strange expressions, thinking that when you crippled Fujishima Bunta's arm just now, you didn't care about the solemnity of the meeting hall.
Mrs. Kasahara looked at Miyaji Fujishima, bit her red lips gently, and frowned slightly: "What should we do?"
In an instant, the touching charm overflowed from those sad brows, and a living picture of a sad beauty was spread out in front of everyone, which was extremely pitiful.
Vixen... Fujishima Miyaji cursed secretly in his heart. After his face changed for a while, his eyes turned fierce.
"I'll let someone fight with you!"
Hearing this, Fujiwara Izaya shook his head slightly and said sincerely: "No, no, it won't be easy if the people sent by Fujishima Ri are not strong enough. The sword has no eyes, and I'm afraid of hurting people in this meeting hall."
Fujishima Miyaji wanted to call him a shameless thief.
But at this moment, the winner was about to be decided, and he didn't want to waste any more time. With everyone in sight, he closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead a few times. When he opened it again, his eyes had stabilized, and he had just wiped the fierce
Gone, what remains is the restraint and calmness of being a palace minister of a large shrine.
Looking at Fujiwara Izaya, he exhaled a long breath.
then.
he said.
"I'll fight with you!"
"Director Fujishima is not good either. After all, he is old and his hands and feet are not flexible..." Fujiwara Izaya replied calmly.
"No problem!" Fujishima Miyaji smiled instead of being angry and looked at him coldly: "Use whatever tricks you have, but I want to see how you, the brat, got such a loud tone!"
Kasahara Asuka tugged on Fujiwara Izaya's sleeves worriedly: "Senior..."
"Don't worry." Fujiwara Izaya touched her head, then turned to look at the high platform.
Coming!
He gritted his teeth.
After doing so many things, it’s finally time to harvest the fruits.
He used all possible means to coax and coerce Miki Kawashima, asked Fuka-Eri Kasahara to spread the news, and conspired with Mrs. Kasahara. Most of the preparations were made to wait for this moment.
If Asakusa Shrine wants to repeat its glory, then as the representative of the shrine, he must show enough convincing strength. After all, the help of the four chairman of the board is only an external force. Only when he is strong himself, others will be convinced.
To take the first step to repeat the glory, Miyaji Fujishima is the perfect stepping stone in terms of status and strength. He is the perfect candidate.
Mrs. Kasahara on the high platform looked at Fujiwara Izaya.
She blinked like a code, then coughed slightly and announced: "Just click on it, don't hurt anyone!" Then she looked at Asuka Kasahara and ordered: "Go back to the auditorium before running out to cause trouble.
, grounded for one year!”
"snort!"
Kasahara Asuka curled her lips.
Returning to the auditorium with a look of reluctance, she saw Rinko Hoshimi who was staring at Fujiwara Izaya with all her heart. Her eyes turned slyly a few times. She happily walked over and whispered innocently in Rinko Hoshimi's ear.
While saying hello.
"Hoshimi-senpai."
"Huh?" Hoshimi Rinko frowned.
"Fujiwara-senpai touched Asuka's head."
"..."
"His hands are so warm."
"..."
"I want to be patted on the head by my seniors for the rest of my life."
"..."
"Senior Hoshimi is so pitiful."
"?"
"We've known each other for more than a year, but we haven't even signed my hand yet."
"!"
Xing saw Rinzi taking a breath, and her fist suddenly became hard.
"Hehe~" A lustful and naughty smile appeared on Asuka Kasahara's lips, and she lowered her voice and stabbed the corpse again, "Senior still hides Asuka's two pairs of stockings. Every night, he smells them while
I'm smelling the smell of Asuka, and I'm holding Asuka's stockings with both hands. Hehe~~ Hoshimi-senpai, you are a loser."
"Hehe, hehe..."
Hoshimi Rinko made a desperate little sound.
She looked coldly at the center of the brightly lit hall. The bright light shone in every corner. The expressionless Fujiwara Izaya looked like a prince from a certain country, exuding an incredible indifferent temperament.
Confronted for a moment.
Fujiwara Izaya put his hand into his collar, held the Kagehide sword he took out from the system space, and slowly pulled it out of the sheath.
"Qiang~"
The blood-red blade dyed the hall with a strange blood light.
Just a simple movement caused a powerful aura to arise spontaneously.
The crowd watching the battle became quiet, and everyone looked slightly different. Even the expressions of the four chairman of the board became much more solemn.
She wants to elevate Fujiwara Izaya to the position of chairman in order to consolidate the interests of the Kanto region. The better Fujiwara Izaya performs, the less resistance he will face in restoring his position as chairman. The Kasahara family supported him when he was at his lowest point.
, the greater the future income will be.
The future will be a win-win situation.
Of course, the premise of everything is that he himself must have sufficient strength.
"It is indeed a good knife." Director Fujishima frowned slightly, feeling a little wary, but still looked calm, "It's a pity that you can't break my defensive barrier unless you reveal your true identity!"
After saying that, he quickly formed seals with his hands.
"Yan Ling: Barrier!"
The seal is completed and the barrier appears.
A five-pointed star array with flashing blue light lit up on the floor, and a faint blue barrier covered two meters in front of him, forming a hard turtle shell.
The light in the hall suddenly dimmed and became a little brighter. Fujiwara Izaya, who lowered his gaze, could even see his own reflection on the wooden floor clearly.
indeed.
Facing an opponent of the same level, he would not be able to break through Fujishima Miyaji's barrier without using the Great Tengu form.
Can……
He is a priest.
He has a shikigami!
Under the protection of the barrier, Fujishima Miyaji no longer controlled his emotions and shouted loudly!
"Bang!"
The energy around him instantly condensed into an extremely sharp arrow shadow, which struck Fujiwara Izaya.
Just like the previous angry attack, it was a blow he struck with all his strength. Even though he couldn't kill people in the main hall of the meeting hall, as long as he hurt people and established his authority, his face could be saved to some extent.
It would be best if we could force this kid's true identity out.
Even if he can't force it out, the result will be beneficial to him. If Fujiwara Izaya can't show the corresponding strength, then the big words he just said will be self-defeating.
A seventeen-year-old general?
joke.
Miyaji Fujishima doesn't think this is possible at all.
Therefore, the consequences of being counterattacked were completely out of his mind.
The arrow shadow was so fast that it was unimaginable, and it ran towards the young man.
The divine power that Fujishima Miyaji had cultivated for decades was all within him. No matter what countermeasures the boy in front had, he would be pierced by this arrow.
Kasahara Fukae's expression suddenly became serious, and her thin eyebrows were raised like swords.
At this time, she was closest to Fujiwara Izaya and was ready to take action. She didn't know what Fujiwara Izaya had in mind, but she was prepared in advance just in case.
Under the spotlight.
A ray of yellow light suddenly lit up from Fujiwara Izaya.
There was a bang.
Fujishima Miyaji's unstoppable arrow was blocked in the air.
The front end of the arrow touched a barrier glowing with bright yellow light, and in the fluctuating luster, demonic power spread.
"It is indeed a monster!" Fujishima Miyaji was overjoyed.
The rest of the people in the hall frowned.
They were naturally aware of the fluctuations in demonic power, but Fujiwara Izaya's deep location was wrapped in a barrier, making it difficult to see what was going on inside.
"Show me up!"
Fujishima Miyaji shouted.
He raised his palms flat and pushed forward with all his strength.
Under the squeeze, the arrow gradually became curved and inserted into the barrier bit by bit.
A series of crackling sounds continued to echo in the hall.
There was a bang!
The demonic barrier was overwhelmed and broke in front of the powerful arrow.
The air flow carried dust and sawdust and swept away from the center of the explosion to the surrounding areas, causing everyone present to squint their eyes to avoid the sharp edge. The lantern swayed, and as the light and shadow swayed, a line of spider silk shot upward from the center of the explosion.
Wrapped up on the beam.
Without anyone noticing, the bride was hoisted into the air.
The dust kicked up by the explosion has not yet subsided.
The hall was in chaos, and the sound of howling wind could be heard constantly.
Miyaji Fujishima retracted his palm, looked at the four chairman of the board on the high platform, and showed a meaningful smile.
However, the four chairman directors looked at him with a somewhat pitiful look.
Fujishima Miyaji's smile faded, and his expression was replaced by shock and confusion.
An extremely slight sound sounded from the center of the explosion.
The sound was very soft, and only Fujishima Miyaji, the four board chairmen, and Kasahara Fuka-Eri, who were closest to the explosion, heard it clearly.
The blood-red blade broke straight out of the dust.
Like a blood moon, a bewitching sword light was pulled out in the air and struck downwards heavily.
Fujishima Miyaji's expression suddenly changed.
In panic, he quickly gathered all his divine power to strengthen the barrier. However, at this moment, something suddenly fell from his head. It was an existence that made him feel extremely dangerous.
Look up.
What Fujishima Miyaji saw was a pair of purple eyes.
"Charming Eyes!"
Immediately, the world in Fujishima Miyaji's eyes changed.
He found that everyone in the main hall of the meeting hall suddenly disappeared. On the high platform, there were no longer four chairman sitting there to oppose him. A voice in his ear told him to sit up and take that position.
, all power is yours.
He resisted and did not move.
The next second, a group of flowers and jade-like women appeared on the high platform. All of them were delicate and beautiful, and their clothes were sexy and bold. The leader among them was the woman he had coveted for a long time.
Under the dual temptation of power and beauty, Fujishima Miyaji couldn't help but take a small step forward.
laugh--
The tip of the knife cuts through the air.
All the pictures shattered in an instant, blood burst out, and an arm was cut off and fell to the floor.
"I've told you that swords have no eyes, but you still don't believe it." Fujiwara Izaya shrugged and said slightly helplessly. Looking at Fujishima Miyaji's depressed eyes, he thought for a while and added in a low voice: "Next time
Jump, I'll break both legs for you."
Fujishima Miyaji's eyes darkened, and he fainted from anger.
Everyone in the hall looked at Fujiwara Izaya with no confusion or doubt anymore, only shock or awe was left.
Then, they looked at Lu Xinfu again.
This coquettish and beautiful spider girl in purple clothes has surpassed their understanding of spider monsters. The name "Luxury Bride" came to mind, and for a moment, their eyes were extremely sour.
It is very difficult to sign a shikigami contract with a monster.
No monster will willingly become a shikigami to serve a person, and from then on, even his life will be controlled by others. According to the statistics of Onnyangliao, out of 100 clergy, less than 5 people have shikigami.
Looking at the beautiful bride, Asuka Kasahara curled her lips and said, "Why is she a beautiful shikigami again!"
"Again?" Hoshi's heart skipped a beat when he saw Rinzi.
Panic.
She felt a little panicked.
She was obviously the one who came here first, but how come it’s now as if she doesn’t know anything!
Kasahara Fuka-Eri's cold gaze also fell on the bride.
In just one night, this silly spider rose from the rank of mid-ranking officer to the rank of general. Something must have happened, and a strong interest suddenly arose in her heart, which had never been cold.
"Master, master, how awesome is the little spider?"
The new bride didn't care about the eyes of the people around her, and happily slipped to the owner's side, with an expression on her face that she was happy to praise me.
"Awesome! Come back, I'll give you extra food tonight!" Fujiwara Izaya praised the little spider and took her back.
The main hall after the battle looked a little messy.
The heat of the candlelight overflowed from the half-broken lanterns, and after it spread, the air became a little hot.
"Really, what a nonsense!" Mrs. Kasahara scolded and stood up from her seat.
"It's not good to fight too much." Mrs. Xingjian held back her laughter, pretended to have a headache, rubbed her brows and stood up.
"Come here," the head of the Tsuchimikado family also stood up and glanced at the man lying on the ground like a dead dog, "drag this guy out and bury him."
"Ahem, he's not dead..." Old monk Hongwen had no choice but to stand up with the three of them. "Someone will take Director Fujishima to the hospital, and take the broken arm with him. Maybe he can still be picked up."
Up."
This is purely comforting.
After a broken arm is reattached, the flexibility is definitely not as good as before. For a priest who needs to accurately pinch fingers or draw talismans, it is tantamount to becoming a useless person.
Several people came forward and carried Fujishima Miyaji out.
This move means that the prestige of Inari Shrine in the Kanto region has suffered a devastating blow.
The so-called largest company in the world, if they want to continue to seek profits in Kanto, they have no choice but to start their business again, and this time, the opponent they will encounter is far more terrifying than they imagined.
"Sorry sorry~"
Fujiwara Izaya, who was in the center of everyone's attention, turned to face the high platform and said calmly: "I didn't control my strength well and accidentally injured Director Fujishima. Please punish me."
Mrs. Kasahara's beautiful eyes full of majesty glared at him fiercely: "You deserve to be punished!"
only……
To everyone, this voice sounds like the elders of the family are comforting the naughty junior, or they are afraid that if the tone is harsher, the junior will feel wronged.
"Okay, for the next year, you will copy all the rules and regulations of Yin Yang Lao for me every day!"
With such a light word, Mrs. Kasahara turned the matter over.
This kind of painless punishment is no longer partial, it is pampering... Everyone feels that this is not good, but they can only accept it wholeheartedly.
"Explain to all the directors the two accusations made against you just now." Mrs. Kasahara said and sat back down.
The other three chairmen also took their seats.
"It's very simple. There is nothing to complain about." Fujiwara Izaya said calmly, "The demonic energy in the construction site is of course emanating from my shikigami. The Suzuki Police Department and Priest Ito were not at the scene and did not witness it with their own eyes.
I can’t blame them for the misunderstanding.”
"Well, that's good." Mrs. Kasahara nodded her head slightly and spoke as if she was applauding, "Having such a broad mind at such a young age is worthy of praise."
Just pamper him as much as you can... Some people in the crowd swallowed their saliva sourly.
"As for the second misunderstanding," Fujiwara Izaya picked up the Kage Hide Sword in his hand, "I was able to take the Kage Hide Sword, mainly because my kindness moved the Demon Sword Princess inside, and she abandoned the dark side and turned to the bright side, so she showed mercy to me.
.”
The little goblin hiding in the knife refused to come out, gritting his teeth and yelling: Bastard, bastard, who was moved by you!
"Don't believe it? I asked her to come out and say hello to you." Fujiwara Izaya smiled softly, put the blade of the knife to his lips, and said softly: "Come out, or I will stuff the knife into the toilet tonight."
"..."
This big tengu is so perverted!
The blade of the sword flashed red, and in an instant a girl appeared on the floor. She was eleven or twelve years old, with a round face with cute baby fat, and her hair was as black as freshly made ink. Her fingers were slender.
, the eyes were shining suddenly, and the small lips looked as if they had just been made, so soft.
However, as soon as she met everyone, she cried in grievance.
"Woo... I was coerced by a bad guy, such a powerful monster. He forced me to do bad things... and threatened me that he would stuff me in the toilet... Wow, wow, wow -"
The pretty little loli cries so hard that it arouses pity.
In this way, everyone figured out what happened: she must have been coerced by bad people and unwilling to do bad things. In her bleak days, one day she suddenly met the righteous Priest Fujiwara, so she decided
Abandon darkness and turn to light, and run towards the embrace of justice.
Listen.
What a wonderful and romantic story.
It's almost the same as the plot in "Onmyoji".
"This Kagehide sword is in the hands of a monster organization, and they are the masterminds behind the two hundred ghosts at the Kitahara family construction site." Fujiwara Izaya looked at everyone and said calmly, "I have traced this.
, so they held their funerals during the day, and at night, another man sneaked into their lair and annihilated them all."
"?"
Kasahara Fuka-Eri's heart skipped a beat.
She was completely unaware of this matter, and the look she looked at Fujiwara Izaya was instantly filled with coldness.
"..." Fujiwara Izaya was so struck by her gaze that he quickly turned around to avoid her gaze, keeping his voice calm, "There are three demon generals, sixteen at the top, forty-eight in the middle, and two hundred and two at the bottom.
.In one night, everyone surrendered!"
"..."
For a long time, there was only the sound of breathing in the hall.
Just now during the conference, this young man appeared in a playful way. Many incidents happened, but he just stood there so casually, and no one noticed anything. After nearly two hours, he
In the process of this understatement, he casually turned his hand, and his powerful strength and style full of justice turned into a heavy mountain, directly pressing down on the five or six thousand people in the hall!
In the face of such achievements that made everyone unable to raise their heads, only one person stubbornly raised his neck of resistance.
"Everyone, I have something to say!"
On the seat, Miyaji Takagi stood up slowly, holding the photo in his palms covered with sweat.
Yes, it is now... He kept cheering himself up in his heart. Now is the moment when Fujiwara Izaya's reputation has reached its peak. As long as he steps on it, then this peak will be his...
"I have a photo here that I want to share with all my colleagues." With that said, Miyaji Takagi left the table and presented the photo to Chairman Kasahara.
After looking at the photo, Mrs. Kasahara looked a little strange.
She knew that Fujiwara Izai would send a photo to Takagi Miyaji, but she didn't expect that he would send such a realistic photo. The other three directors also came over to take a look, and their expressions were the same weird.
Takagi Miyaji felt relieved and let out a long sigh of relief.
He, who had been dormant and observing just now, felt more and more that today was like a plot against the Kansai faction. Before sending the photos, he struggled in his mind for a long time before making up his mind.
If it doesn't work, just say it was a photo you picked up...
But looking at the expressions of several chairman of the board, they definitely don't know about this either.
This shows that the opportunity is just around the corner!
Takagi Miyaji's confidence was suddenly exhausted.
"Everyone, I spent more than half a year stalking Fujiwara Izaya and took this photo after a lot of hard work!" He stood on a high platform, looking down at five or six thousand people, with an uncontrollable smile on his face.
smiled, "Fujiwara Izaya, he is the Great Tengu!"
"Wow~"
There was a commotion in the place.
Takagi Gongji turned around, looked at the four chairman directors, and said confidently: "Chairmen, please let all colleagues see his true face!"
Mrs. Kasahara’s white and tender fingertips pinched the thumb and projected the photo into the sky above the main hall.
In everyone's sight, there appeared a picture of a big tengu wearing a hunting suit and wearing wooden clogs, with a pair of pure white wings. That charming face was 90% similar to Fujiwara Izaya, and they could be recognized at a glance as the same face.
.Especially those identical eyes, silent and transparent, like ice picks in the winter morning, always shining with a cold light.
Takagi Gongji looked condescendingly at the young man in the middle of the aisle: "What else can you say to make excuses!"
"Uh..." Fujiwara Izaya scratched his head and asked slightly embarrassed: "Since you took this photo, did you take any photos of me changing clothes? If so, could you please delete them?
"
"?"
Question marks lit up on Takagi Miyaji's head.
"Members of directors, please take out your mobile phones," Fujiwara Izaya couldn't help but said to everyone while laughing, "Open Google Image Search and scan this photo, so that you can instantly have evidence that I am a monster.
"
"..."
Just like that, a slightly absurd and childish scene appeared.
Everyone who took out their mobile phones and scanned the picture looked at the words "2020 Shibuya Anime Carnival Best Cos Gold Award" on the screen and fell into deep thought.
Senpai turned out to be a cosplayer...Asuka Kasahara instantly felt like a navigator who had found a new world, and she couldn't wait to drag her to various comic exhibitions for adventure.
"Ha ha……"
After the first laugh appeared, in the blink of an eye, the whole auditorium was filled with mocking and cheering laughter.
On the high platform, Miyagi Takagi's lips turned white and his feet trembled slightly.
This photo was so realistic that after he got it, he hid it well without even telling his wife. After confirming that the photo was not a composite, his heart was filled with ecstasy the whole night.
Try to verify the source of the photo.
certainly.
Even if he goes to seek confirmation, it will be of no use.
This photo is indeed real. The big tengu in it is also the true form of Fujiwara Izaya. In the first year he came to Tokyo, he made a plan to deal with being photographed as a monster. Since there is a possibility of being photographed,
Then simply use his real body to walk around in public for a few times and leave photos that are similar, but cannot be used to attack him at all.
What better place than Comic Con?
Gone.
"Director Takagi, this is very wrong."
Amid the roars of laughter and chatter, Fujiwara Izaya sighed and said with a slightly sad tone: "If you want to climb to a high position, if you don't work hard, don't take action, and hold on to the other person's weaknesses, even you won't be able to do so."
To do something bad is called jealousy. In order to achieve your goal, you will not hesitate to resort to any means, and you will even forge evidence. You are breaking the law, you know!"
Takagi Miyaji's vision went dark, and his body couldn't help but shake a few times.
"Dear Chairman," Fujiwara Izaya looked at the platform with a determined expression: "Please help me seek justice!"
Without any hesitation, even a little impatiently, Mrs. Kasahara glared with majestic eyes and said seriously: "Now, all directors are invited to vote on whether to expel Hakusan Shrine!"
Takagi Miyaji's legs weakened and he fell to the ground paralyzed.
It's over.
He knew it was over.
Facing Inari Shrine, the chairman of the board can still tolerate it for a while, but facing Hakusan Shrine, which is not so strong, they take action and will not leave Hakusan Shrine any time to breathe.
The time was getting closer to noon, and the rain stopped at some point.
The sunlight shining through the clouds slanted into the palace door, and its golden luster made the entire palace look particularly solemn.
After the voting was completed, Mrs. Kasahara stood up, and her majestic voice echoed throughout the hall.
"1556 votes, yes!"
"180 votes, abstain!"
"108 votes, no!"
"This resolution is passed. First, on behalf of all the chairmen, I announce that the resolution to expel Hakusan Shrine is passed——"
"From now on, members of Hakusan Shrine must complete the withdrawal procedures within 48 hours. Hakusan Shrine is affiliated to Tokyo, Chiba Prefecture, Kanagawa Prefecture, Saitama Prefecture, Yamanashi Prefecture, Nagano Prefecture, Ibaraki Prefecture, Miyagi Prefecture, and Iwate Prefecture.
All large and small shrines in Aomori Prefecture, Shizuoka Prefecture, Fukushima Prefecture, Akita Prefecture, Tochigi Prefecture, Yamagata Prefecture, and Gunma Prefecture are taken over by the Land Use Department of the respective prefecture. If there are any recalcitrant ones, they will be handed over to the Law Enforcement Department for disposal!"
If this order is promulgated, all the forces of Hakusan Shrine in the Kanto region will be uprooted, and the resources and vacated markets they left behind will be immediately cannibalized by the local shrines in Kanto. Even if they want to make a comeback in the future, they will
There is no room for them to live anymore.
Leave some benefits for me... Fujiwara Izaya looked longingly at Mrs. Kasahara on the high platform. This graceful and luxurious woman had a particularly cold expression when issuing orders. However, her eyes were bright, bright and charming.
It seemed like there were stars shining among them.
never mind.
Fujiwara Izaya thought to himself, it’s okay if you don’t leave any benefits for me.
Just let me continue hugging you.
At this time, Mrs. Kasahara suddenly walked down the platform and took his hand.
As they slowly walked up to the high platform, the strange pair of siblings, with their backs to everyone, exchanged glances with their lips pursed, and smiled very cunningly.
When they reached the high platform, Mrs. Kasahara held his palm, turned to face the bottom of the main hall, and looked at the representatives of shrines and temples in the entire Kanto region. She spoke slowly and clearly, gently and forcefully: "If you want to talk about the quality of anyone here,
The most worthy thing for us to learn from, I will answer "Fujiwara-kun" without hesitation! He has been framed, misunderstood, targeted, and wronged... The small and deep hurt he has experienced is still there.
Needles can prick people's hearts. This happens to everyone, but the key is whether you can still maintain your original intention like Fujiwara-kun after being slandered. On this solemn occasion, I would like to use Fujiwara-kun's performance to
I would like to send a message to all of you here, I hope you will remember: your passionate heart cannot be extinguished, even if this feeling has been betrayed thousands of times——"
"Fujiwara-kun is so kind!"
A violent sound like a roaring mountain and a tsunami suddenly sounded.
Mrs. Kasahara did not ask everyone to stop, but used her divine power to let her voice reach everyone's ears clearly amid the noise.
"Now, let's start voting on the last resolution of this meeting."
"Initiated by Chairman Hoshimi and I, under the supervision of Chairman Tsuchimikado and Chairman Hirofumi, we have decided whether to agree to the promotion of Asakusa Shrine representative, Director Fujiwara, to the position of Acting Chairman. Please start voting now!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the enthusiastic atmosphere slowly subsided.
Every director with the right to vote took a pen and paper and solemnly cast his or her vote.
"Why an agent?" Fujiwara Izaya asked.
"This is already very fast, okay..." Mrs. Kasahara gave him a charming look, as if blaming a greedy child who doesn't have enough to eat, "You are still young and need to practice for a while behind the four of us.
When Asakusa Shrine regains its glory, we will go to the headquarters together and discuss with the chairman of each branch about your promotion."
"How many people still agree?"
"Of course, that's the chairman, the 25 most powerful people in the country, how could they be chosen so casually?"
"I have offended the people of Kansai so much..." Fujiwara Izaya cried sadly.
"Silly boy!" Mrs. Kasahara held his hand and squeezed his palm hard, "Do you think we Kanto people are the only ones who hate Kansai people? The three branches of Shikoku, Kyushu, and Hokkaido also don't want to see Kansai people, so
"Well, haha..." Mrs. Kasahara covered her lips with her other hand and laughed happily.
The results of the voting came out quickly.
There were 203 abstentions and 86 votes against. Unsurprisingly and convincingly, Fujiwara Izaya sat in the last seat on the high platform as acting chairman.